Haircut perils

I kid thee not, every day in this part of the world I see something or experience something that either astonishes, apalls or amuses me. Sort of thing that you just don't see in the UK (at least not beyond the walls of any self respecting secure psychiatric unit or travelling circus). Yesterday I was out and about when out of the corner of my eye I spied a hairdressers. One room run down shop with bloke in white coat sat outside awaiting customers. I am not particularly au fait with the local language but thought to myself "Tombs my old son, get thee barnet cut whilst there is noone in there". When I got there, the "hairdresser" stands up and is clearly as blind as a bat. I knew this because he had no eyeballs. ?uck me I thought, I'm going to have my first ever Braille haircut! At this moment I spied the name "Doctor Enver" drawn in felt tip above his breast pocket. I introduced myself and politely asked him what his particular sphere of medicine was, to which he replied "Massage". Needless to say I bid Doctor Enver and his ailing business a hearty farewell and tactically withdrew. I am still seeking a good hairdresser.

Posted By: Tomblander on May 24th 2005 at 09:39:19

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